I got this e-mail from a buddy of mine i work with. I thought this was too good not to share. Thankfully, this has never happened to me — knock on wood.

As some of you know, when we visit TAA, we park in an adjacent parking garage next to their building. Instead of driving all the way up the parking garage, we park on the first floor and then take the elevator up to the 7th floor, and then head into the office building. Following a photo shoot this evening, I took the elevator as usual back down to where I parked, but it passed the first floor and stopped in the basement. And then . . . nothing. The elevator’s door wouldn’t open. I pushed every button available, but to no avail. After several minutes and running out of options, I wrapped my fingers around the door and yanked, slowly pulling it open. I then found myself stuck between floors! I realized I had to go for it, but knowing that if the elevator decided to go, I’d be neatly sliced in half. So like in some Bruce Willis movie, I climbed up and out, putting my hand in some gum that had probably been chewed in the late 70’s. I found myself in a graffiti-ridden stairwell that was only half lit. The stairwell led to a door with a sign, also graffiti covered, that read “Monk’s Jazz Lounge.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I tried the door—and it was locked! It was 5:00 pm, and I suddenly had visions of being locked in this hellhole for the entire weekend. I fiddled with the latch, kicked and pulled the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Breathing a few expletives, followed by a prayer, I put my shoulder into the door and charged. The door burst open, and I suddenly found myself free and in the building’s lobby.

That was above and beyond normal client service—can I bill that?

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